"I could give so many answers to that question, Percival," Hyperion said with a smirk, leading the way into the store. As they walked in, they were immediately approached by an openly appreciative Muggle salesman - one that Hyperion hadn't met before. He glanced around for a moment to see if the usual tailor was around, then shrugged and pasted on a winning smile, valiantly ignoring Percy's pointed look.
He sighed and glowered at Percy for a moment. "I don't mean to," he complained with a pout. "It just happens, I don't seem to be able to do anything to stop it." He tilted his head, looking for a change of subject before grinning. "Oh by the way, I paid for the suits already."